A Kinder Eye - Level 42

作词：Mark King/George Green

作曲：Mark King/George Green

In his widowed years of longing

in his windowed room of light

He lay the oil upon the canvas

brought sweet memory to life

speckled beard a brush of colour

spotted hands both grace and speed

I was the boy who came with evening

to sweep his floors and bring his tea

To the world he was the master

his landscapes filled the gallery halls

now he painted only portraits

unframed upon his private walls

Subjects sitting walking laughing

in playful flight or soft refrain

A thousand forms and colours

but every face the same

Across the page (across the ages)

the moving hand of history bleeds

for a kinder eye to see us

not as we are

be as we dream

winter's night when i arrived there

looked so tired and near the end

And as i cleaned his bench and brushes

i wished out loud to be like him

said that art was only longing

trying to do what can't be done

And though he'd signed a thousand paintings

still he'd never finished one

As i finished up my sweeping

in his sleep he spoke her name

I looked again at all the portraits

each and every face the same

Not as she was in pain or sorrow

but in timeless beauty seen

As she served his noble dream

Across to page

(across to ages)

the moving hand of history bleeds

for a kinder eye to see us

not as we are

but as we dream

Across to page

(across to ages)

the moving hand of history bleeds

bleeds

for a kinder eye to see us

not as we are

but as we dream

bleeds